shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

I don't fragging know, what do I look like, someone who knows things?

 

Look. I'm used to people projecting their expectations on me for stuff I can't help. And I'm used to living up to those expectations. And I'm even used to feeling like it was just something that couldn't be helped, no change was possible, and I might as well do what I want to. But I don't think I was doing what I wanted to do.

So, ummmm. I dunno exactly what you're dealing with, or what obstacles are preventing you from leaving, but obviously they're there. I just hope you get the space to figure out what you really want someday, and then I hope you can go get it.

 

-Canopy gives her a looooooong stare and then a slooooooooooooooow thumbs up-
Sure.

 

Anyway.

Can I try some of your engex?

 

Sure. Most of the time your optics go but for some of the fleet 's their audials instead so watch out for that I guess.
-here's a bottle for you, Lacuna, all to yourself. It tastes like the robot equivalent of nail polish remover-

 

-She takes a big swig anyway.-

That'll peel my paint!

 

Only if y'spill it on yourself and don't wash it off right away!
-Canopy toasts her with her own bottle-

 

-Lacuna tries to reply but only projects flickering sparks instead of words. Oops.-

 

-Canopy cackles, intensely amused by this, and pats Lacuna on the back-

 

-She looks frustrated. It's not funny.-

 

'Sokay, not talking happened to Bowwave once and we all laughed at him too.
-rubs her nose thoughtfully-
He got his vox back before morning though so you'll probably be fine.

 

-She takes another swig. Maybe she can surprise her brain to working properly.-

 

-Canopy, unfazed, flops down to lie on her front and starts crooning what sounds suspiciously like a filthy drinking song, just sung like a lullaby for some reason known only to her-

 

-Lacuna pokes her.-

 

-Canopy waves a hand vaguely. Busy. Singing-

 

[Updraft looks over at them again. No fussing will not help and no damage here is permanent but that just looks so worrying? Also filthy drinking song: lullaby edition is somewhat unsettling. Should... but that'd mean moving. He's still comfortable, so... maybe not. He opts to keep an optic on them just in case]

 

"I think it's okay to say you have sex," Ford says, shrugging. "It's not like you were describing the activity. But then...I went from a place where you were only allowed to talk about sex if you were doing it with the 'right' type of person in the 'right' kind of way, to college, where I fell in with a group of people who were fucking tired of that shit and wanted to celebrate the fact, at least among themselves, that people have sex, sometimes because they're in love, sometimes just because it's fun, and sometimes because they want to get closer to people. If people don't want to talk about sex, they shouldn't have to. But I promise that I at least am not offended just by hearing that you have a sex life. It's not something everyone wants, but it's a perfectly fine thing to want, and a good thing to have with someone you care about."

 

[...would it be rude to pap Ups? Probably, but they're already cuddling, so. Ignis gently pets the nearest bit of plating. Shhhh. Nothing here is permanent, they'll be fine.]

 

-alerted by who knows what to Ups' regard, Canopy rolls over and sits up enough to offer him a bottle-

 

"You've confused my friend." Lissa smiles. "He's not sure whether you want to play or not. At first he thought you were suspicious of him, then he thought you wanted to play, and when he started to play, you changed."